
silver star
becomes
life
silver star
becomes
life
still soul
knows
silence
ancient
butterfly
lantern
Dear one,
the river curves
swifts over
a wounded heart
the heart
center
spoke
wings
you belong
Here where gold
fades
into sheltering night
deep within me turns
curling
slow, moving earth
the river song
on bare head
the grievings
With tired eyes, she continues:
flashing silver needle,
pulling scarlet threads behind.
She longs for the sea
to wash her free.
Yesterday, she went down to the bay
and had it all to herself. Taking off her shoes, she sunk her toes into the cold
damp sand. What will the sea feel like? she thought.
She undressed before she could register the wind-chill. She ran into the blue.
The water, wind-ruffled, greeted her body with short sharp bites. Her skin turned red and goosebumped. One Mississippi, two Mississippi. She screamed out loud nudging herself to stay within the cold embrace for longer.
Her breaths were shallow as she ducked her whole body under water. She came up, gasped for air, water trickling from her head back to the source, dripping over her wide toothed smile.
fly upon the wind
white-grey gull of Spring take space
expand your great wings